Magnum's Ballad - Poem by Mr. Monster
Billy stood like Galahad,
like from the myths of old.
Arthur's only true friend,
or so Billy was told.
But Billy didn't feel much like a Knight,
he'd been in that Spanish heat so long, he only felt the cold.
His 357 shone like silver in the sun,
he walked a little lighter knowin' he held that heavy gun.
Now perhaps he'd never killed a man,
but he wanted to before the Day was done.
Oh Billy! Don't you kill that man today!
Lord knows it's gonna be the Devil that you pay.
Billy'd never take a life, but he weren't afraid to die.
He'd fought his share of battles with a world that liked to lie.
So when he saw the Desperado commin',
he just wondered idly if this'd be the coffin where he'd lie.
The Desperado stood across from him,
unaffected by the heat.
His brown hardened skin led
to calloused hands and feet.
He wore a belt of bullets,
the barrel of his shotgun and Billy's eyes would meet.
But Billy stared into his Doom and laughed away his fear,
His soul bore no regrets, and his mind willed away his tears.
His balls shrunk into his stomach, but still, he grinned ear to ear.
And all the land would remember the cry,
of Billy's sacred holy words, 'Eat shit and die! '
Billy drew his gun.
He drew his gun. And he fired.
Oh Billy! Billy killed a man today!
And now...he's got Hell to pay.
All six rounds exploded
in the Desperado's chest,
as blood poured out from the holes,
gone was Billy's jest.
Little clouds of bone flew into the air,
like so much dust or smoke.
The taste of blood entered his mouth,
as he watched the stranger go.
He no longer wanted water,
he just wanted home.
He no longer thought about the stars,
or old forgotten Rome.
Throughout the years,
he never left, in spirit or in heart.
The pink wet embrace of woman
didn't free him from where his Hell had start,
and as he drowned in Whiskey River,
he couldn't out swim his thoughts.
Oh Billy! Why'd you kill that man that day? !
Ohh, now the Devil done collect his pay.
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